Tempest Blossoms
The alien crafts of night the
tempest blossoms,
Infinities of mittens on mauve
hands,
Satiety he said satiety I’ve
come to Venice,
The black railings in the alley
canals.
Tempest blossoms make rivers
run
Granite eons of water and velocity
Paramount alliances of chisel
Never sounds the pebbles and
crayfish.
The shadow is the aroma in full
lips
Anna is the tempest
Bashing images.
- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017
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